Take Me Out...
by Steve West on May 14, 2010
It was baseball night in Bowie. As part of Lauren's tenth birthday celebration, we went to see the Bowie Baysox.
Highlights of the evening included:
Nearly getting nailed by a foul ball while distracted by getting pizza sauce off my pants. (Pizza at a ballgame?! And gyros??!! Is nothing sacred?)
Photo ops with the team mascot - a big lumbering green furred monster named Louie.
Having Lauren's birthday wishes announced over the loudspeaker.
Three carousel rides.
Watching the home team lose.
Fireworks, anyway.
Coffee!!!
Ice cream, cotton candy, basketball shooting, wiffle ball home run derby (for the kids), kids run the bases, etc.
It's always a full night at the ballpark. Happy birthday, my angel!
One Reply to Take Me Out...
Web Junkie
Steve West scours the Web searching for interest or absurdity and then shakes his head ruefully when he finds it. Read more »
Knock Knock Knockin' On Morpheus' Door
Nestled in the arms of Hypnos, my daughter woke me with the sounds of retching. She is struggling with a very phlegmy cough that makes sleeping difficult for her and impossible for me. What with all the changing of bedding in the middle of the night, clothing, dosing with medicine, and comforting - I lost a significant amount of sleep. Go »Sarcasm Is Not For Everyone
Today, my boss’ boss asked me for an update on our current IT project. I called that department and while musing why she didn’t just call them herself, got the requested update. It wasn’t good. Go »Death, Taxes, and You're Wrong
Recent conversation with Brenda: Brenda: Does the sunset look strange to you? It looks like the sun is in front of the poles we're passing. What would cause that? Go »Christmas Post #17: Gadgets &Stuff
Cool collection of unusual stuff that would make memorable gifts. I swear I'd love to get my wife that toaster but I've heard too many horror stories of what happens to husbands who purchase appliances for their wives for Christmas. Think I'll wait for Valentine's Day. Go »Christmas and a Lizard's Tale
One Christmas when Lauren was eight, like a lot of girls her age, wished for a pony. My backyard at the time was about the size of a Volkswagen Minibus. Despite her assurances that she would let it roam the neighborhood for sufficient exercise, I said, “Not this year,” as I pictured myself following the horse with a pooper scooper. Go »
Jackie Mason | May 16, 2010
[hidden by author request]